Polytechnic High School - Caerulea Yearbook (Long Beach, CA)

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LITERARY IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllll When first you're hazed an' you're wishful to duck, Don't look or take ,eed of the man in the ruck, Be thankful you're livin' an' trust 'to' your luck, An' take your dose like a student, Dose, dose, dose like a student,- But 'the worst o' your foes is the ex' over 'eadg You must get your work done for all that is said, If it finds you unprepared, itlll knock you down dead, An, you'll die like a fool of a studentg Fool, fool, fool of a student,- If you're cast for a 'signnlent by a teacher unkind, Don't growl like a Woman nor crack on nor blind, Be ,andy an' civil an, then you will find As it's credit for the young Yankee studentg Cred-, cred-, credit for the student,- If you're called to the office an' yo11r friends look White Remember it's dis'onor to run from a fight, So tight up your belt, Walk in and sit tight, An, wait for your sentence like a studentg Wait, wait, Wait like a student, Wait, wait, wait like a student, Wait, Wait, Wait like a student, Student hof the school!

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9 6 CAERULEA 22 nothin' like you said ever happened in Bullfrog. That whole story was a lie. A Jim smiled. HO' course the whole thing was a lie. But by tellin' that lie I proved to you just what I was sayin' before that young feller came in. That lie done a lot oi good. The good it done was threefold. First, I had the satisfaction oi tellin, a whale of a good yarn. Second, I gave that feller the impression that Bullfrog ain't .so backward and that it has got a family ghost. And lastly, T scared that smart Aleck outa town. I didn't like him the minute he began to talk. He was too stuck-up and he made fun o' Bullfrog. And James Crawford, story-teller de luxe, raised his gaunt frame from the b1'oken soap box and ambled triumphantly towards the door. THE YOUNG YANKEE STUDENT QWith Apologies To Rudyard Kiplingj Wolcott Noble ,23 When the 'arf made freshie goes out to the school, 'E acts like a babe an' looks like a fool, An, 'e wonders because 'e is frequent hauled up Ere 'e's Ht to serve as a student, Serve, serve, serve as a student, Serve, serve, serve as a student, Serve, serve, serve as a student, Student hof the school! Now all you frosh Whatis enrolled today You shut up your rag-box an' ,ark to my lay, An' I'l1 sing you a student as far as I may, A student what's fit for a student, Fit, fit, fit for a student,-

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8 CAERULEA '22 A SKETCH IN OIL Wallace Thompson '22 But no longel do vse crave mole action We have a new and better soulce of excitement than elthel affords. The last gusher illustrates our point perfectly. As usual, we are calmly and peeyishly consuming our breakfast. Suddenly a great row bursts forth. VVhat can it be? Hurriedly we rush outsideg not a thing can we see, for a black cloud overhangs the landscape. Forgetting our breakfast, we dash for our long-suffering Ford. Hastily we turn the crank. Again we crank it. Then we puff. Then it is cranked some more. It wonlt start 6 as usualj. After another attempt, we air our opinions of Henry Ford, his factory, Fords in general, and this one in particular. Then it starts. As we clatter 0E in Henry's pride, the roar seems to increase. VVe notice that a good many other Long Beach students are proceeding in the same direction. We approach the well. We must not get oil on the Ford, we placidly tell ourselves. So we leave it and walk very close to the geyser, to the apparent dismay of the guard. We forget that all that goes up comes down. And it comes down with a vim. Great drops of mud and oily water begin to fall. We run back to the car, where oil is likewise spraying the landscape and the Ford. This is too much! Again it won't start, while the beautiful well sprays oil on us with a vengeance! At last we are off, but not until the car, our clothes, and our tempers are coated with slimy oil, not to mention all of the trees, houses, streets, lawns. CA-5-9 E used to think this was a dull old town. Time was when ,lt there was nothing of interest but the Pike and the ocean. wah' 4 ' V - ' . I 2 1 1 ' , everything in the vicinity. So much for the oil well. Did we like it? Oh, great. Did we like the hours and hours we spent cleaning the oil and tar off the Ford's anatomy? Well, that was ha1'd work. Did we enjoy the job we had washing our clothes out in gasoline, and paying the price of